Anna and Ariel, Gingers to the Death
Anna wasn't alone in hoping for a bed. Something soft and warm, where she could lie in and conk out, catching up on those hours of sleepy sorely missed but was unattainable. Sleeping in haunted chambers wasn't the way to get a restful snooze, unfortunately, even if someone was keeping watch. Too much paranoia, too many nightmares.
Her burned hand was a dull ache now, nothing to concern herself over, and she put her good one against Anna's back, keeping close. "I hear it too," Ariel said cautiously, gut screaming at her to turn around. Except the doors behind them abruptly shut, the echo of the slam ringing through the passage. After she glanced over her shoulder, she looked to Anna again. "That--that doesn't really bode well. How about we try to break this door down and forget the creepy one in the distance?"